(As stated in the last post, the D666 game, I wanted to use the demonic dungeon I had created as a dungeon to play in, and here it is. I'm using the Cairn system as I want to try it out. I have created a character for this game and have shared it below. As you can see, I have only filled out the basics, as my intention is to flesh out the rest as I go through the Dungeon ).
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| The Cairn Character Sheet |
I come to, I don't fully understand how long I was out or when the torture stopped, mind you, tracking time in this place is not the easiest thing to do at all. I remember leaving home to head into the forest to get some firewood, and the next thing was hanging upside down in this darkened room, being jabbed in the side, not hard enough to really damage me, but enough to command my attention and not be able to focus on anyone or anything else. One of the first things I notice is the heat, it is hot like the inside of a forge, I can feel the perspiration dropping off of me, next is the smell, it is a mix of hot bodies and brimstone. There is scant light, and I can't see very well.
again i am brought to wakefullness by a jab in the side, i see a bit more clearly now in this gloom and make out a humanoid shape but it is slim with a grotesque smile and deeply sunken eyes though i soon work out when i see its ribs that there is no skin or muscles and this is in fact s a skeleton that is moving ( roll a will save at the sight of a skeleton as this is not something Gringle would have come across n his day to day life and get a 4 Cairn is a roll under the stat game and seeing as my will is 12 i pass)
"What is going on?" I call out,
"Where am I?"
my calls are met with the silence of the dead that seem to be overseeing me, i'm still hung upside down by the feet i soon pass out again, i come to with yet another jab in the side i don't know how long i was out for but can feel my throat is parched and dry i'm still sweating though as i hang there drift into uncosciosness again. When I come to there is the smiling face of a small warty monster looking at me. It starts to talk in a thick gutural language which I struggle to discern, but the more I listen, the more I start to understand some of the words it is saying to me, though I can still hear its tongue, understanding somehow washes over me.
"Am xe wyy haf'jy miv zupy za wyzzdy ul? hi, zmuw uw bfwz zmy wzirz oar haf parzid, hafr wfooyrulq sy sudd ygzritz wa pftm eiul hafr edyiw oar pyrth vorv wtryipw ao eiul sudd ky iw vydutuafw iw weutyv suly uw za haf ul zmy zmutc ao sulzyr?"
"Ah, I see you've had time to settle in? Ha, this is just the start for you mortal, your suffering we will extract so much pain, your pleas for mercy and screams of pain will be as delicious as spiced wine is to you in the thick of winter?"
Though I am filled with Dread I manage to utter a few words in a raspy voice.
"Water, please. Water"
SMACK!!!
The sting left on my cheek is evidence of the slap just administered (doing 1hp of damage)
"pathetic", it says as it walks away from the room.
"You're not going to get any mercy, friend", a raspy voice calls out from the gloom
"Where are we? What is this place?"
(I am going to set the pressure point of this adventure following the Barrow Delver solo rules, so the pressure point starts at 10, and I will ask the oracle does this other voice understand where they are? roll of 19, which is more than 6 from the pressure point, so this is an extreme no with a consequence.
"i wish i could help you but im'm afraid i am none the wiser" he breaks 0ut into a coughing fit a dry raspy coug which he doesn't seem to be able to stop and catch his breath, the skeleton approaches him and i hear a wet sound as he is stabbed and the relaxed death rattle as he takes his last Exhalation the skeleton now finhsed steps into the centre of the room and resumes it's vigil over me the solitary occupant, i try to get a feel of what it is that is holding me in place.
(rolled a strength check to see if Gringle could pull himself up by his core alone to feel what is holding him in place, and as this is a roll under system, a 7 on a strength check is sufficient)
It seems that I am held by the ankles by manacles, and as luck would have it, there is a lock mechanism. If I could find something to help me pick the lock, I could free myself.
(i asked the Oracle's gringle held in place by manacles, and this time I rolled an 8, which is yes but, so there are manacles, however, there is something else, though we are unaware as of yet)
i hang there in the darkness unsure whether i am awake or slumber the dryness in my throat intensifies nd it become s painful to swallow, it also becomes hard to make a coherent thought as my senses rebel to the orientation i find my self in. (i rolled a will check to see if this torture is starting to get to Gringle so i needed to rol under 12 and got a 19 so a fail. i impose a -1D4 on Gringle rolling a 2).
"YOU UTTER FOOL, WHY DID YOU KILL HIM? YOU KNOW WE NEED THE SOULS INTACT TO HARVEST THE PAIN TO SATISFY OUR LORD".
The warty demon returns berating the skeleton, who just stands there gazing in the demons direction he says some strange words and the room is filled with a brilliant light and the skeleton explodes in to hundreds of boney splinters that fly in every which way i feel some strike me (D4 damage doing 1), i try to hold back a whimper or other noise but am unsucsessful nd the glowing eyes turn to me in the dark.
"Bet that hurt, don't worry, I'll leave them in for a while till a new guard can be found or made to watch over you".
